Chapter Two: There's a Creeper in my Kitchen!
The first thing that comes to mind is that I'm cold.
Freezing cold.
Shivering to myself, I let my eyes flutter open to see... twenty or thirty million fans pointed my way.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating JUST a little. I feel something drip down into my eyes, causing me to cry out and quickly wipe what I assume to be sweat. But it's not. After a few moments of rubbing, I realize I'm not in pain. My eyes aren't stinging like before (now that I mention it, my eyes feel like they're being pulled out of my skull!) and another clear liquid falls into my eyes. I rest my hand on my forehead, and feel a very damp cloth hovering above my eyes.
Oh...
Sighing to myself, I pull the wash cloth off of me and sit up, taking a look around my room. Everything looks normal, and nothing looks out of place... except...
Another sigh. My music player is still missing. When is Demyx going to give me it back! Kairi's stupid music player has only disturbing songs only girls would like. I would name a few, but I really don't feel like running to the bathroom just to vomit the thoughts out.
I scratch the back of my head and sit up, still shivering, and running my fingers over the OFF switches on the fans. Jesus, who thought of freezing me to death? I bet Zexion... he never really liked me...
After successfully turning off every single wind blowing machine in my room (finally I counted right! It was only four), I walk over to my door and open it, expecting to see Zexion on that retarded-looking sofa with his book, and Demyx, eating pizza on the floor and watching TV instead of studying for the next final exam.
What I don't expect is to see a red-headed kid in my kitchen, rummaging through all my stuff like an animal. Best of all – he doesn't even notice me!
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" I snap, scowling at the stranger.
"Fuck," They grumble, and I watch in amusement as they slam their head against the roof of the fridge, letting out another profanity. Finally the guy turns to me, and my eyes narrow at how... weird he looks. Okay, maybe not just weird, also sexy...
The man before me has spiky red hair that points out in all directions – obviously powerful, since it can fucking defy gravity, and his eyes seem to be the clearest, brightest green orbs I have seen before. Upside down tear drops are placed under his eyes (tattos?), but what seems most strange is his body figure is like an hourglass figure. Narrow but long hips, barely a stomach, and a eye-attracting chest.
Oh wait, why the hell am I flattering him in my mind?
When did it become quiet anyway? I now notice that he caught my stare and simply stood their, all anger I had thought to see earlier vanishing in seconds, and an amused smirk plants itself on his lips.
"Heya, Roxas. How'd jah sleep?"
"I slept fine... who are you? Why are you in my kitchen? Do I know you-"
"The name is Axel, got it memorized?" The man raises an eyebrow at me, though I'm not sure why, "and don't you remember? For some reason, you were wearing this big-ass, scary-looking sweater and you fainted and stuff. Demyx and I brought you back here..."
Shit.
Why didn't I remember that earlier?
Quickly, I glance down and sigh in relief. I'm not wearing the sweater. Hell, I'm not even wearing anything but pants. But that sweater... oh thank you Lord that that hell of a clothing stopped clinching into me.
Wait...
I'm not wearing a shirt?
I'm not wearing a shirt! Crap, crap, crap, crap! Without even giving warning, I speed back into my room and slam the door, my face going red.
How could I have not noticed the simple fact that I had no shirt on? Ya know... normally I wouldn't be freaking out so much (in fact, I often do this just to get Zexion pissed off at me. Ha!) but I do not give out a free show. Especially to creepers like Axel...
Wait, Axel? The one that grabbed my... while I was about to faint... and his car...
"What?" I hiss to myself, pulling a plain white shirt off of my floor (I'm not sure if it was dirty or not. Obviously if it's on the floor, it's ought to be dirty... ew it smells like old cheese) and slipping it over my head. Again, I open the door and immediately glare daggers at the bastard raiding my fridge again.
This time, though, Axel must have heard me because he cautiously pulled his head out of the fridge before glancing at me, a light smirk on his stupid face.
"Welcome back," He says casually, "Not to be rude or anything, but you seriously suck when it comes to food. Who does the shopping anyway? All this food is either old or disgusting," I watch with angered eyes as he leans back into the fridge, and I can hear him pushing stuff aside, trying to find what he is after.
"You- You were the one that- You grabbed my ass!" I accused, aware that I put it in a very blunt manner, while pointing a finger at him. Axel stops and looks at me, that smirk growing.
"Me? Grab your ass?" His innocent face doesn't hide those stupid, evil eyes, "Why, I would never do that to you, Roxy-poo!"
Excuse me, what did he just call me?
Roxy-poo? Does he want to die? Because I'll be happy jab him in the neck with a fork.
"Wha-" Before I can say anymore, the door bursts open and I watch as Demyx and Zexion come through the door – Demyx holding a bunch of boxes, while Zexion is still reading his damn book. Stupid book-worm. Does he ever stop reading?
"R-Roxas, can ya help me with the boxes outside the- oww!" Demyx collapses on the ground, the boxes in his hands crushing his body. A muffled whimper comes from the crushed body.
Zexion sighs, "Demyx, I told you this was going to happen. I'm not going to help you," And with that, the book-worm walks over to the sofa and relaxes on it, continuing to read. I give him a cold look and walk over to the helpless body, picking up a box and setting it to the side. And then again with the next box. And finally the last box, which seemed to be the heaviest, and had been lying on Demyx's crotch. Ouch, that's really gotta hurt.
"T-Thanks Roxas," Demyx mumbles, rubbing his eyes, looking pained.
"What are the boxes for?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.
"Oh, we've got a new roommate!" My eyes immediately shifted to Axel, who shook his head, smirking, as if knowing I thought of him to be the roommate. Confusion covers my face. It isn't Axel? Jesus, why the hell is he in my dorm then!
Out of nowhere, I sense the air getting cold and electrified.
As if on cue, thunder booms loud and the lightening strikes, scaring the fuck out of everyone and there, in the doorway, stands an old, crazy woman, or at least the shadow of her.
God that scene would've been scary. But no, that didn't happen. What actually happens isn't as interesting, but god...
I look up at the door, expecting it to be empty, and jump out of my skin. Some... girl is standing there. Why does she look so familiar, with her ant-like blonde hair and electric blue eyes? I know her from somewhere...
:"Hey Larx, what are you doin' here?" Axel greets casually, continuing that monster of a sandwich he finally decided to , ew, is that mayonnaise on the bread? I think I just gagged a little.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing here?" That girl snarls, walking inside and sitting down in my spot. I can already see we are going to be ripping each other's throats out.
"Aw, lil' Larxy had to move to the boys' dorms?" The redhead laughs, and I look over at the blonde girl while she begins shooting sharp, spiky daggers at Axel.
"Shut up, Axy." She snaps, realizes I'm staring (more like gawking) at her, and she gives me the meanest, coldest look I think I have ever seen.
"What the hell are you staring at?" She says; her voice coaxed with some sort of cold hate. Jeez, bitchy much? As soon as she says that, I avert my eyes to Demyx, who still lie on his back, his eyes closed, but still out of breath. Kneeling down, I grab onto his arm and manage to pull him to his feet. He sends me a thankful look before looking down at Larxy and smiling a genuine smile.
"Okay, I got half of your stuff inside. Do ya think you can help me get the rest?" Everything is silent, and I can only see the girl's pissed off look before Demyx laughs nervously. "Ah, um, okay, I mean, I can get the rest," Poor Demyx – someimtes I wonder if he ever wonders why people walk all over him.
The dirty-blonde leaves the room and I can hear him grunting to pick up a box. I sigh and return my attention back to Larxy.
"Okay, so who are you?" I ask. The girl raises an eyebrow at me.
"The name's Larxene. Who the fuck are you?"
"Roxas." I hear a snicker and turn back to Axel, and he's snickering, trying to hide it with coughs while he does the finishing touches to the sandwich. A disgusted look crosses my face but I say nothing about it and turn back to Larxene.
"And uh, why are you here?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, "I'm you're new roommate, dumbass."
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The second half of it, anyway.
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